Fuck Carter. He’s such a fucking asshole. Just because hes your older brother, he loves to just mess with you for the fun of it. Today he went too far. He went to your lacrosse tryouts, and saw you totally fail. You got hit in the balls with a teammate’s stick. How’s that for a double entendre. Instead of being supportive and helpful, what does Carter do? He laughs his fucking ass off. You can hear him from the stands. Seriously, what the actual fuck? He shoots some of his varsity bros a heads up, and motions for you to come back to the car. Tryouts were over. You were sweaty, you were exhausted, you were bloody. Yeah, bloody! You’re bleeding from a cut on your forehead. Where did you get it? Who fucking knows? All that matters is that you didn’t even make the B team. The only reason the coach is giving you a second chance tomorrow, is because he saw you working out every single day for months in preparation for this. I mean, you’re totally in perfect shape! You’ve built a ...